The food in Gaza is now a toxic business | Israeli-Palestine conflict

Gaza has fear and anxiety sounds. We know them very well: Surface rifles of spy drones, ambulance from narrow streets, roar of military aircraft, the roar of the rubble and a new voice: a sharp closure of empty gas cylinders.

We knew a gas stove of the burner’s starting small – a small spark at the start of a hot meal or a cup of tea. Now this sound came out, replaced with a cloud of space.

We used the last drop gas at the end of Ramadan. Like all other families in Gaza, we returned to the fire. I remember my mother say: “From today, we can not make a cup of tea for Suhoor.”

That is, to start the fire, a light whistle, can attract an aut or quadruple, resulting in an air shot or an obstacle. Why don’t we know why the light is on the night, but we know that we do not have the right to ask.

Thus, we have eaten cold meals for Suhoor and saved fire for iftar.

Last month, after cooking bread due to gas failure, trust in the fire is not just for everyone, not everyone. Many people have built makeshift clay ovens or fires among tents to cook bread or bread bread.

The thick, black smoke is heavily hanging in the air – the death of the missiles is not a smoke, but the life smoke that kills us slowly.

We wake up every morning – a cough, not a cough, not a cough, a deep, durable, choked cough.

Then my brother and I walk from behind the carriage to the outside of our neighborhood. This collects this from bomb buildings, dropped trees, broken furniture and houses and schools.

We will advance what our weak institutions can do and to the next suffering: burn the fire. It’s not easy. Clock chop and wood requires breathing in fragmentation and dust. Our Father asked for help despite being suffering from shortness of breath. This stubbornness, especially with him, became the source of daily arguments between my brother.

As the fire burned, our eyes are reddish due to smoke, and our throats are stuck. Cough strengthens.

The wood is incredibly expensive. We’d pay for eight pounds before the war, but now you can buy only one weight or less – for this price.

Many of the people have chopped their own trees. All of the greenery in the neighborhood has disappeared. Most of our neighbors began to cut trees in their yards. We even started using the branches of our olive tree – when we are young, it is afraid that we never touched the same tree, flowers and less olives.

Families without trees for birth, turned into a burning plastic, rubber and dump – everything to hold fire. However, burn these materials, release toxic smoke, poison and cook the air they breathe. By turning every dish to a health risk, the taste of plastic sticks to each bite.

The constant exposure to this smoke can lead to severe respiratory difficulties and chronic diseases, and can even cause life-threatening diseases such as cancer. What choices do you still have? Without a fire, there is no food.

The conversion of the kitchen – there is something deeper than transforming a poisonous zone with a symbol of family and hospitality. The fire, which once means heat, is now burning our lungs and eyes. Can hardly call cooked food: soup from lentils; Bread mixed with infected flour or sand. The joy of preparing food was replaced by fear, pain and exhaustion.

The lack of this cooking gas has done more than our entry in food – the rituals who keep the families together. The dishes are no longer time to endure the family’s time and not time to enjoy. Cough time. A time when today’s fire is not sick so far.

If a bomb does not kill us, we faced more slowly: as quiet, poisonous and cruel.

Today is Gaza.

Survival means to inhale the poison to drink a cup of tea in the morning.

A place where the firewood is more valuable than gold.

Even a simple cooking act even armed.

We are still on.

Cough.

We will go.

What choice do we have?

The views shown in this article are unique and definitely reflect the editorial position of Gazir.